Seeing that Zhang Muyang was so arrogant, Mao Yang didn't take him seriously, he felt a little angry and took a step back and said loudly: "Boy, don't be arrogant, today is your death."

Zhang Muyang was still standing there, too much trouble to pay attention to it, and only responded lightly: "I'm talking nonsense."

"court death."

Since you have to do something, you can't talk much nonsense, just start calling.

Mao Yang knew that he knew that Zhang Muyang's cultivation was not weak, so he took a killer move. He raised his hand to shoot out the six talismans, and each one was amazingly powerful.

"There are many golden goers, and the shadows of swords are everywhere... Go!"

As Mao Yang finished speaking, the six talismans that hit Zhang Muyang instantly raised an energy and rushed straight to Zhang Muyang's face. Then, his subordinates kept shooting another black light at his cuff. As soon as they reached mid-air, the black light burst out and countless black needles shot towards Zhang Muyang.

All the monks present were frowning when they saw this move, thinking to themselves that Maoshan Taoist Technique is well-known. Mao Yang has been famous in the world of cultivators for decades and is indeed powerful. Otherwise, he would not have raised his hand to control Zhang Youren. If his two hands were hit by him, it would be a great disaster.

However, Zhang Muyang on the opposite side mocked him and didn't take these seriously at all. Although the talismans looked amazing, they were children's things in front of him. Six talismans. As soon as they arrived in front of Zhang Muyang, they didn't need Zhang Muyang to take action. They all fell to the ground, just like paper thrown out by someone, soft and without the momentum they had just begun.

As for the black needles, Zhang Muyang shook his head and said, "You can do something bad, old Taoist, how dare you take it out and show off your ugly face?"

With a stroke of his finger, a wall of air suddenly rose. The black needles shot towards Zhang Muyang did not go to Zhang Muyang at all, but reflected towards Mao Yang at a faster speed.

Mao Yang's face was gloomy. He didn't expect that Zhang Muyang was so difficult. Fortunately, he was prepared before he came, so he took out an ancient seal from the Qiankun bag.

This thing is one of Maoshan's magic weapons. He reached out to throw out the ancient seal, pointed at Zhang Muyang and shouted: "Go!"

The ancient seal rose to a high altitude, with the seal facing downwards and smashed towards Zhang Muyang. The ancient seal looked small, but its power was great. The smash was like Mount Tai, covering the sky and vaguely whistling.

Zhang Muyang glanced at him and wanted to try how powerful the ancient seal was. When Mao Yang took action just now, he actually felt a hint of threat.

Pinch the magic tricks with your hands and follow the trend and point upwards.

Bang!

His fingers collided with the ancient seal, and Mao Yang looked happy. He had never seen anyone use a magic weapon but took the ancient seal with his body. You should know that this ancient seal is not an ordinary magic weapon.

However, before the joy on his face stopped for a second, he saw Zhang Muyang standing there, nothing wrong, and even his hair was not moving. Moreover, the powerful ancient seal just now was actually pinched by Zhang Muyang.

"Old Taoist, there is only this ability? I also want to avenge your apprentice?"

Mao Yang bit his teeth and said, "Boy, this is just the beginning, come and see." Mao Yang pulled off a cloth bag hanging around his waist, untie the pocket mouth, shook at Zhang Muyang, and muttered, "Maoshan Taoism, drive away evil ghosts! The old Taoist Mao Yang, please invite the Yin soldiers to appear and capture the soul of the person in front of him."

In an instant, a black wind blew out, and sand and stones flew away instantly. People who were closer to their fight were almost unstable, and their bodies fell backwards, and at the same time, their bodies shivered.

In this black wind, there is a evil ghost that Mao Yang has raised for decades. His face is ferocious, like a green face and fangs. The ghost fog is miserable, and there are harsh screams in his ears.

"roar!"

When the evil ghost rushed out of the black fog, the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped, almost approaching the freezing point. The onlookers retreated one after another. Although they were monks, it was the first time they had seen such an evil ghost.

On the other hand, the person involved, Zhang Muyang, just shook his head slightly, seemed to be very dissatisfied with the old Taoist methods: "Maoshan is also one of the famous and upright sects. It is also one of the best Taoist methods. When you get to your hands, you actually play this trick. I will embarrass you for your sake."

He didn't see him anyway. The gourd hanging around his waist swayed slightly and actually sucked away the evil wind. As for the evil ghost, he screamed strangely when he saw Zhang Muyang, and even crawled back into Maoyang's cloth bag. No matter how much Mao Yang urged him, he would not come out.

Although Zhang Muyang has not yet refined the innate Taoist body, he used the Thunder Heaven to temper his body twice, and his body contains the thunder energy. It is the nemesis of these ghosts. How dare the evil ghost come to his death in front of Zhang Muyang?

At this time, Mao Yang's face was completely gloomy. He didn't expect that his trick would be useless in front of Zhang Muyang. He gasped heavily. Although it was the peak of Qi refining, the few moves just now consumed a lot and could not stand it for a while.

Zhang Muyang looked at him and said, "Old Taoist, since you are the master of the Fan brothers, I think you can do the method of refining corpses. Come on, let me see what methods your refined zombies can do."

Mao Yang stared at Zhang Muyang. The zombies he had refined before were not brought by his side this time. First, it was inconvenient to enter Beijing, and second, he did not expect that Zhang Muyang would be so difficult to deal with.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhang Muyang changed his mind and said, "What? No more? The skills of the donkey are in vain? Since that's the case, I'll tell you to see, my corpse-refining puppet."

As Zhang Muyang finished speaking, a dark shadow appeared beside him.

The evil spirit on the black shadow was amazing. The moment he appeared, everyone in the hall felt a sudden sense of his heart. They were all trembling as if they were facing a great enemy. This black shadow was the drought-ba puppet refined by Zhang Muyang in Shuzhou. Although it fell to the foundation-building stage due to refining, the evil spirit on its body was not something they could resist.

Mao Yang, who was in front of the Hanba Puppet, was already stunned and had no intention of taking action at all. Even if he brought the zombie he had refined here this time, he would be killed instantly when he came. The evil aura on the Hanba Puppet was so powerful that he could not move, so he could only stand there stupidly.

Looking at Mao Yang, who had no power to resist in front of him, Zhang Muyang was not in a hurry to take his life, but asked:

"Say, who told you that I'm here."

Mao Yang looked at Zhang Muyang blankly, slowly recovered from his senses, and said with a smirk: "Watch the sky in the well, watch the sky in the well, the old Taoist, I have practiced for nearly a hundred years, and today I have only seen the real method of refining corpses. Haha, it's not in vain to come here."

Zhang Muyang frowned. The old Taoist answered the question irrelevantly. He was about to ask a question when he heard Mao Yang say, "Boy, you are amazing, but don't be too arrogant. I want to get any news from my Mao Yang. You are dreaming that sooner or later someone avenges me. I'll wait for you on the road to the underworld."
Chapter completed!